I wrote the opening words to this post as the light faded on the shortest day of the year, the closing words as black lifted to blue early the next morning, the first of this new winter. For those of us who live in northern latitudes, Winter Solstice is a collective exhale.
In keeping with the season, your words chiming in the firs. All we need now is snow falling on Christmas Eve. "Refugee" was wonderful and painfully short. Nice and strong. ---clem
Solstice
"This is
the shortest afternoon
of the year.
The cars pass
in a straight line
under my,
sitting in a
service area
aseptic,
with
scattered lives
so hot and
interesting like
mine.
The highway
watercolor is made
in my memory,
so fleeting
like this day"
Montse Montano
(As a gift for you)
In keeping with the season, your words chiming in the firs. All we need now is snow falling on Christmas Eve. "Refugee" was wonderful and painfully short. Nice and strong. ---clem
Thank you for this! And fingers crossed/breath held for manifesting that "Yes" for your manuscript...
What a lovely message Julie. Thank you and have a wonderful Christmas.
John